Aye

This is DJ Say What?

Kicking your ass on WKYA GILLA HOUSE RADIO

Yeah niggas, I'm back

And the weather outside is hot in a motherfucker

But we cold chillin' in the Brick City

So kick back, light your blunts

Put your hands on a big black greasy ass and turn the music up

As we take your ass on the ride on WKYA

Yo, I'm on a New Jersey transit picking a weed at 18

Thinking big how to hit the rap scene (uh)

Besides weed, I was dedicated to music

It needed cure and I had the vaccine (uh)

Look at me now, ma, I made it

Without phallus, I used to pin as the firearm

Now the world recognized, Brick City on my back

Look, my spine got a metal rod (hoo!)

Carrying weight like Barry Seale when I talk

There's food for thought, no need to add in the sauce

Where I come from, boy, nothing to digest

Mentally, I'm a straight rebel like INS (word up)

MC with a blue collar bill

But when it come to bud, I blew by the mill

I ain't rich, nigga, but I got respect

And if you think you know the hook, don't get cocky yet

We go, aye, we movin' like, aye

They lookin' like, aye, they want it like, aye

We do it like, aye

And if you in your car, blow your horn like

If you on your grind, girl, let me hear you go

Aye, we movin' like, aye

They lookin' like, aye, they want it like, aye

We do it like, aye

And if you in your car, blow your horn like

If you on your grind, nigga, let me hear you go

Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye

Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye

Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye

Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye

I wake up and thank God for another one

That means more cannabis in the bottle, huh

That mean more drop tops to drop

More time with my kids, so in the gym, boy, I double up (yessir)

Huh, my dreams I'm living in

I developed a militant discipline (let's go, nigga)

Now the niggas around me, they learn how to eat

Fuckin' with my food, bro, we gon' take it to the streets like

Aye, we movin' like, aye

They lookin' like, aye, they want it like, aye

We do it like, aye

And if you in your car, blow your horn like

If you on your grind, girl, let me hear you go

Aye, we movin' like, aye (let's go)

They lookin' like, aye, they want it like, aye

We do it like, aye

And if you in your car, blow your horn like (hoo!)

If you on your grind, nigga, let me hear you go, aye

Let me hear you go

Let me hear you go (aye)

Let me hear you go

I know y'all still vibing with me

Let me hear you go (hoo!)

You tuned in to WKYA Radio

Turn me up some

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